Oh, little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shine The everlasting
Sing sweet and low your lullaby Till angels say, "Amen" A mother tonight is rocking A cradle in Bethlehem While wise men follow through the dark A star
Baby Jesus, born in a stable Humble Savior?s birth You left Your throne in Heaven above To live here on the earth Baby Jesus, lying in a manger Crying
Sing sweet and low a lullaby till angels say Amen A mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem While wise men follow through the dark, a star that
Sing sweet and low your lullaby Till angels say, "Amen" A mother tonight Is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem "A little child shall lead them", the prophets
Christmas Eve in Birmingham It's a long, long way from Bethlehem Mary and Joe live outside of town On an old, run-down farm Mary says, Joe, you'd better
eh, oh eh, oh The snow has come down on top of everything The town is alive and well without you The lights, they peer out of the leafless trees And you won't be alone, I
Little Baby born in Bethlehem Yes, He was, yes, He was Little Baby born in Bethlehem Oh, yes, He was Well, there's a little Baby born in Bethlehem Born
(Music by Bartsch/Matton - February 1997 Poems by Bartsch - December 1996) Wollust labt sich an trostlichem Schmerz Und Schwei? vermischt sich mit dem
Als ein devot verspeistes Flehen mein rohes Schweifen erkalten lA¤sst Geht durchaus harsche Tücke einher mit dem Widerspenst Einher mit krankem Widerspenst
(Music by Bartsch/Matton - January 1997 Poems by Bartsch - December 1996) Gerade jetzt wo ich den Docht ansto?e Befindet sich Architeuthis princeps auf
[Music by Eckhardt/Tedemann.Bartsch-January 2001] [Poems by Bartsch-January 2001] Krank ist die Posse rein ist nur rein Verrückt ist das Fleisch
[Music by Bartsch-November 2000] [Poems by Bartsch-October 2000] Ich schnitt ein Stück deines Leibes und frohlockend erblühet mein Kreuz An
Aus einer wass'rigen Andacht in dreifaltiger Hinsicht erwacht Verleiht Apfelsaft dem absonderlichen Grauen eine seltsam schreiende Erblast Zur blut'gen
[Music by Bartsch/Eckhart-February 2001] [Poems by bartsch-September 2000] Das Feuer roch so jung in all' den toten Jahren Die Spitzen sind nun stumpf
Sing sweet and low a lullaby, till Angels say, "Amen" A mother tonight is rocking a cradle in Bethlehem While wise men follow through the dark, a star
Don oíche úd i mBeithil, beidh tagairt ar ghréin go brách, Don oíche úd i mBeithil go dtáinig an Bhr